Hibiscus Blossom

Xiao Yong woke up in comfort he had never had before, the bed under him was soft and warm, and the bone-chilling pain in his body had disappeared, this was heaven, right, but for someone like him, even if he died, shouldn't the place to go be hell?

"You're awake?" This is indeed not hell, there will not be such a gentle and beautiful woman in hell, this is also not heaven, there should not be the fragrance of porridge in heaven. He panicked and went to touch his cheek, the masked scarf was gone, but she was oblivious to his ugliness: "You were hurt quite badly, fortunately, you met me, you kind of got your life back."

Xiao Yong just froze, the word gratitude was so foreign in his life that he couldn't even smile in return.

The woman did not mind his rudeness, helped him lean against the bed while feeding him porridge, and said, "You bleed too much, you can't recover for a while, you have to recuperate, you have to eat lightly in the next few days." Seeing that Xiao Yong's jaw was still agape, she smiled: "My name is Furong, you can call me if you need anything."

She went out, but her smile, like a small stone, cast into Xiao Yong's cold heart like an ancient well. Such a smile, he had only seen eighteen years ago, it was almost the only warmth in his life, but immediately after this warmth came, he still shuddered.

Xiao Yong's childhood was spent in scolding and ridicule, everyone called him ugly, including the man he called "Dad". It was an old bachelor who cursed when he was sober and beat people when he was drunk, and he was drunk more than he was sober, so Xiao Yong's body was always bruised and battered. What was even more painful for Xiao Yong was that the man would beat him while cursing viciously, "Why was I blind to pick up such an ugly bastard like you?" At that time, Xiao Yong's tears could not be held back. He is ugly, with a long scar across the cheek, although the features are not affected, but looks hideous, did his biological parents also think he was too ugly to abandon him?

Some neighbors took pity on him and advised him to "dad" when he was beaten for no reason, but those who advised him were invariably hit by flying disasters, either by falling stones that broke their heads or by cows that were scared and lost for no reason, so the story that he was ugly and a broomstick spread. "Well done hit hard!" The sticks that fell on Xiao Yong's body became more powerful, and Xiao Yong never saw kind eyes again, except for that family of three.

That time, Xiao Yong had just been "father" beaten, let him out to "buy wine", but did not give him money. It was the middle of winter, his ragged clothes could not stop the biting wind, and the blood on his face had frozen, he walked aimlessly on the snow, thinking he was going to die soon, in fact, he would rather die.

"Little brother," a childish voice suddenly sounded, "are you not cold?" A little girl of four or five years old, dressed in flowers, a child of a wealthy family, next to a parked carriage. Xiao Yong glanced at the still head down and walked forward, she certainly did not call him, he was such a person, who saw to retreat. "Little brother, you wait." He was tugged by a pair of small hands, "My mother and father called you." Xiao Yong was brought to the carriage, a young couple looked at him compassionately, they asked him about his injuries and where he came from, Xiao Yong kept quiet, finally, they could only helplessly clean and dress him, the woman's hand gently brushed his forehead, "Poor boy." She murmured and whispered. The little girl's hand took his hand: "Little brother, are you in pain?" There was worry and heartache in his eyes, Xiao Yong grinned: "No." "Really?" The little girl laughed again, innocent and naive. The young man patted Xiao Yong's shoulder: "Little brother, we will stay here for a few days, we will stay at the Xing Long Inn, if you need anything, go there and find a man named Mu Qing Yuan." He took out a silver dollar: "You can take it to add some winter clothes." Xiao Yong hesitantly stretched out his hand: "I'm afraid, it will bring you bad luck." Mu Qing Yuan smiled: "No, don't worry." "Little brother, this is for you." The little girl stuffed a packet of pastries into Xiao Yong's hand.

The silver and Xiao Yong couldn't finish the pastries because were naturally all taken away by "father", Xiao Yong couldn't care less about his heartache, he didn't sleep all night, and the kind smiles of the three families kept flashing in front of his eyes, and he was worried about them all the time, would he not bring them bad luck?

At dawn, he sneaked out of the house and ran to the Xinglong Inn to find out the news about the family. But just as he approached, his heart sank. Many people had gathered around the inn, and officials were going in and out. "Murder." "How tragic." "Just a little girl left." The chatter all around hit his ears. He desperately pushed his way in, completely ignoring the pushing and cursing of others. Finally, he saw it, the officials carrying out two bodies, a little girl crying after them to the point of fainting, and that was the little girl from yesterday.